Oh, my God, they were really going to do this. She was going to allow this man to restrain her and take her however he desired. And every part of her wanted him to.
He stood beside her, his dark green eyes searching hers. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Then let’s get you undressed.” He dropped the cuffs next to the box of condoms, then slid his hands beneath the hem of her T-shirt, pushing the material slowly up her body.
She shivered as his fingers skimmed along her bare flesh, and she raised her arms over her head so he could remove the top. Reaching behind her, he unclasped her bra and let that fall to the floor, too. Her breasts swelled beneath his avid gaze, and she bit back a moan when he tugged her nipples into tight, aching points before trailing his fingers down to the button of her jeans. Leisurely, he unfastened them and lowered the zipper. He shoved the denim down to her thighs, then let her take them the rest of the way off.
That left her in just plain, boring cotton panties, but the way his hungry gaze roved down the length of her made Sarah feel incredibly sexy, and even beautiful.
He picked up the handcuffs and turned back toward her.
“Are those real ones?” she asked curiously. They certainly looked like it.
“Yes. They’re my service handcuffs, and I can’t wait to see them on you,” he said gruffly.
She held out her hands, offering herself to him without hesitation. “Then cuff me, Officer Kincaid,” she said huskily. “Make me yours.”
* * *
Make me yours. Sarah’s words sparked something hot and possessive in the depths of Levi’s stomach and made him realize in that moment just how much he wanted this woman to be his. And more than just physically.
It was a crazy thought, considering he’d spent his entire adult life avoiding committed relationships and never investing his emotions when it came to sex, or females in general. But as he looked at Sarah now, standing in front of him vulnerable and nearly naked with her arms extended toward him with such sweet acceptance, something inside of him shifted in a way he’d never experienced before because he’d always been too guarded.
Knowing Sarah’s past and her issues with trusting people made this acquiescence of hers all the more humbling, and he saw it for the gift that it was. Her blue eyes were wide and guileless and her body completely relaxed, yielding to him even before he demanded it.
She was fucking perfect for him, in every way.
He’d restrained other women because of his need for control, but Sarah was the polar opposite of every one of those brief, short-lived encounters. She wasn’t one of those uncomplicated, mindless fucks he’d sought out in the past, and he refused to treat her the same way. But he wasn’t going to lie—the thought of his handcuffs dangling around her delicate wrists made him hard as granite. Restricting her ability to use her hands became all about him heightening her pleasure in every way imaginable and not about his own personal hang-ups.
She expected him to secure her hands in front of her, but he did the opposite and drew her arms behind her back, where he proceeded to latch the steel loops around her small wrists. He made sure they weren’t too tight, then couldn’t resist caressing a finger slowly down the indentation of her spine. She shivered, and the soft, delightful moan she released went straight to his already pulsing dick.
She turned her head and tried to look at him. “Is this where you get to frisk me?” she asked breathlessly, playfully.
He smiled. “You want to be frisked?”
She nodded her head. “Yes, please, Officer Kincaid.”
Still standing behind her, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down her legs until they dropped to her feet. Moving closer to her backside, he nudged his knee between her thighs. “Spread these gorgeous legs for me, dirty girl. I want to make sure I do a very thorough search.”
She widened her stance, then sucked in a quick breath when he reached around and took her breasts in his hands, fondling them and lightly pinching her nipples.
“What are you hoping to find?” she asked oh-so-innocently.
“A soaking-wet pussy,” he breathed into her ear as his splayed hands slid down her stomach toward his destination. “It’s my job to make sure that this body is ready to be fucked, Magnum style.”
She laughed softly, then moaned when his fingers delved into her soft folds of flesh, already slick with desire. “Am I wet enough for you?”
“Not yet.” He bit the bare curve of her neck, drawing a startled gasp from her that made him smile. “But you will be after I make you come.”
He released her and stepped away, and she made a sound of protest at the loss of his touch.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said as he walked around in front of her and gently trailed the backs of his fingers along her flushed cheek. “I’m not going to leave you hanging for long.”
Initially, he’d had every intention of bending her over the couch so he could drive into her from behind, hard and deep, but he quickly changed his mind because everything about being with Sarah was different. She was different, and when he pushed his cock into her this first time, he wanted to see her face as her tight pussy gradually stretched to accommodate all of him. He wanted to watch as she unraveled just for him and wanted to feel her internal muscles clench around him as she came all over every inch of his shaft, right before he let go of his own release.
He quickly shucked his jeans and briefs, then sat down on the sofa in front of where Sarah was still standing. Her glazed eyes took in the hard, thick length of his erection as he tore open a condom and sheathed himself. She licked her lips, and as much as he’d love to have her delectable mouth on him again, he wanted deep inside her more.
“Come here and straddle me,” he ordered softly, and when she stepped forward, he grabbed her waist and helped her to kneel above his lap. She started to lower herself, but he shook his head and kept her poised above his thighs.
“Not yet,” he said, smoothing his hands down her hips and along the creases of her thighs, until his thumbs were spreading her pussy open so he could see all the pretty folds in between. “I want you wetter than you already are so you can take all of me.”
He pushed two long fingers inside of her, rubbed his thumb against her swollen, needy clit, and she dropped her head back on a shuddering moan. He continued to stroke her, slow and deep, enjoying the front-row seat he had to watch her uninhibited response to every seductive touch, every intimate caress that brought her closer and closer to where he needed her to be. With her hands cuffed behind her back and her knees braced apart, there wasn’t much she could do except rock her hips back and forth and ride his hand in an attempt to chase her elusive release.
His dick twitched impatiently, and then he finally felt what he’d been waiting for . . . the fluttering sensation around his fingers, the fresh rush of moisture that coated his hand, and the inarticulate sounds she made as an orgasm started to roll through her.
An orgasm that belonged to him. He wanted it. Needed to be a part of it, and a part of her. Knowing he had to act fast, he pulled out his fingers, aligned the head of his cock to the entrance of her body, then took hold of her waist and pulled her down hard at the same time he bucked his hips upward, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out at the initial deep, endless thrust that filled her completely and literally stole his breath from his lungs.
And before he could recover, his sweet, sexy, beautiful Sarah went wild on him, her pretty breasts bouncing enticingly as she slid up and down his throbbing shaft in jerky movements. Her thighs clenched against his as she undulated her hips while grinding her pussy hard against his pubic bone for added friction, for both of them.
It was all too much. Sensory fucking overload.
Belatedly, Levi realized why he didn’t normally care for this position, why he’d always avoided it in other encounters. Because despite Sarah having her hands restrained, she was stil
l able to strip him of control, and for the first time in his life, he didn’t try and take it back. He let her have it. He fucking encouraged her to take it.
He tunneled his fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head and forcing her dark blue gaze to meet his. “Fuck me, Sarah,” he commanded gruffly. “However you want. Whatever it takes to make you come.”
She whimpered as she moved more rhythmically on top of him, then leaned into him and brought her lips close to his. “Kiss me, Levi,” she said, her voice ragged with need.
Tightening his fingers in those silky strands, he slanted his mouth across hers. She welcomed the thrust of his tongue, sucking on it and making him groan low in his throat. Perspiration slickened their bodies as they strained against one another, but it still wasn’t close enough. Hard enough. Deep enough.
He feared it never would be.
He released her hair and grabbed her ass in his hands, hauling her forward in a way that scraped across her clit and made her entire body quake. Desire, lust, and need collided inside of him, sending Levi over the edge as Sarah’s inner walls gripped him tight, squeezing every ounce of pleasure out of him and milking his cock until he had nothing left to give. Until he knew he’d never be the same.
Sarah had no idea, but she fucking owned him.
Chapter Ten
With Sarah collapsed against his chest, her body lax, and her breathing gradually returning to normal after what had just happened between them, Levi wrapped an arm around her waist and managed to reach down to the floor and grab his jeans without letting her fall off his lap.
She barely moved, testament to just how spent she was, and it made him smile. She made him smile. Somehow, and in a very short time, she’d managed to make him feel things he’d never allowed to slip past the walls he’d built around his heart . . . hope, need, and an unfamiliar yearning that was startling in its intensity. Shockingly, he didn’t fight the sensations. No, for the first time in his life, he welcomed them, even realizing that, in the end, she could still walk away—but he’d make it damn difficult for her to do so when or if the time came.
He managed to retrieve the key from the front pocket of his pants, and he released Sarah’s wrists from confinement. Her arms flopped to her sides, and he chuckled as he massaged them just in case they’d fallen asleep. Hell, he was beginning to think that she’d fallen asleep.
He stroked his hands up and down her back. “Hey. You still with me?”
“Barely,” she murmured, her warm breath caressing his neck before she slowly lifted her head and met his gaze. “What just happened?”
He chuckled. She looked dazed and bewildered, in the best way possible, and he couldn’t resist teasing her. “I think you just got well acquainted with a Magnum-sized cock.”
An adorable blush swept across her cheeks, even as she rolled her eyes at him. “Yeah, that might take some getting used to,” she said with a cute little smirk. “Not that I’m complaining, because you felt pretty damn amazing.”
“It was all you, sweetheart,” he said, enjoying this lighthearted banter between them that felt so easy and natural. “I need to go and clean up. How about you stay here and I’ll be right back?”
“Okay,” she said, and crawled over to the long section of the couch where she could still lie down.
He stood up and covered her with the lightweight blanket he kept folded over the sofa, then disappeared into the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later, still naked, and settled beneath the covers next to her. She immediately snuggled against him, so warm and soft and content, and he realized for the first time ever that the couch was a great place to cuddle.
Wait. Had the word cuddle seriously just entered his vocabulary? Yes, yes, it had, and Jesus, Mason would have a field day with that one.
Mentally shaking his head, Levi tucked Sarah into the crook of his arm, wanting to keep her just like this, safe and secure so nothing could ever hurt her. At least she was no longer working at the Circle K in a shitty neighborhood, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what the motel clerk had said to him earlier today about some guy asking about Sarah.
“Can I ask you something?” Sarah said, taking the words right out of his mouth before he could ask her what was on his mind.
“Sure.” He absently caressed his hand down her bare arm, figuring he’d answer her question first, then he she’d owe him in return. “You can ask me anything.”
“Anything?” She lifted her head and grinned at him, her eyes sparkling playfully. “You sure about that?”
He hesitated before replying. He had no idea what she wanted to know, but he was shocked to realize that he truly didn’t mind sharing things about himself with her. Maybe because she’d grown up similarly and had a past as painful as his own, it made it easier for him to open up to her. He knew there wouldn’t be any judgment, just understanding.
“Yeah, I’m sure. What’s on your mind?”
“I really enjoyed what we just did,” she said with a genuine smile, though he didn’t miss the tentative note to her voice. “And I know putting the cuffs on me is all tied into that issue of you being in control, and you’ve been very clear about that up front. But you said something last night while we were eating dinner that I keep thinking about.”
“And what’s that?” They’d discussed a lot of things last night, mainly her past, while he’d been far vaguer about his. At the time, that had been a deliberate tactic on his end.
Her index finger absently traced imaginary patterns on his chest, and her brows knit into a pondering frown. “You made a comment about when you were a little boy, how you were always being threatened to be good or you’d be taken away. Who did that to you?”
He exhaled a deep breath and glanced away from her inquisitive gaze. He’d known a personal question had been looming, but he never would have guessed that she’d ask about the most difficult part of his childhood. The one that had shaped and molded him in ways that had affected every aspect of his life because of the dark, ugly secrets he’d been forced to carry and the emotions he’d had to stifle in order to survive.
He’d been five years old at the time, but now he was a grown man. The devastating, frightening threat his junkie mother had issued couldn’t hurt him any longer. He’d always tried to keep that part of his past buried deep—no one knew what he’d endured, not even his brothers, because his mother had used them as part of her intimidation, as well. Maybe it was time to let it all out, so he could release the anger and bitterness tied to those memories.
When he remained quiet for too long, she laid her head back down on his shoulder. “If you don’t want to talk about it, I understand,” she said softly.
“I do want to talk about it, at least with you.” The words came out before he could think twice about it, but he didn’t regret them. “But I have to warn you up front, it’s not a pretty story.”
He felt her smile against his chest. “You and I have that in common. Neither one of us had a simple or idyllic childhood, so I doubt anything you say would shock me.”
He wasn’t so sure about that, but as he threaded his fingers through her soft hair, he decided to be completely honest about everything. “You already know about my mother being a junkie and a prostitute. Drugs were all she cared about, and as far back as I remember, up until the age of five, while my brothers were in school she’d take me with her on what she’d called her ‘special errands.’ She didn’t want to leave me alone in our apartment and risk someone calling social services, but fuck, I really wish she’d left me behind.”
She looked back up at him, her expression pained. “How bad was it?”
“Really bad,” he said, his voice already feeling raw, his stomach in knots. “First, she had to get money for her drugs, and we’d end up in dark alleys that scared the shit out of me. And she wasn’t particular about how she made that cash. She’d make me sit in the backseat of her crappy car while she’d give any random john a blow job in the front seat, or she’d make me
wait all alone in the vehicle while she disappeared into a seedy motel room for an hour in a drug-infested neighborhood where anyone could have taken me. I was five fucking years old,” he said, his entire body vibrating with anger.
She wrapped her arms tight around him, hugging him in a way he’d never been held before. Like a solid anchor in this turbulent sea of emotions he was navigating. Physically, he felt her comfort and support, but she remained quiet, giving him the chance to purge every last repulsive recollection.
“I remember men coming up to the car while she was gone and trying to lure me out with candy or a promise of a toy.” Pedophiles, most likely, Levi knew now. “I’d keep the windows up and the doors locked because I was so terrified, but sometimes it was so damn hot that I’d be drenched with sweat by the time she got back into the car. By then she had the cash she needed, and all that mattered to her was buying that little bag of crack or meth or heroine. She didn’t care which. And once she had it, she didn’t hesitate to snort the powder or shoot up right in front of me.”
He could hear the disgust in his voice, could feel the clench of his jaw as he relived that nightmare. “There were so many times I cried and begged her not to take me, to leave me home. I told her how afraid I was, and there were a few times when I even had a panic attack, but she didn’t care. And then I made the mistake of telling her that I was going to tell Clay about her ‘errands,’ and she completely flipped out on me and went into a rage. She told me to shut the fuck up, that if I said anything to anyone about where we went or what she did, I’d be taken away. I’d never see Mason or Clay ever again.”
The heartless bitch had played on his worst fears as a kid, because his older brothers were everything to him, and the only two people in his life he cared about and he knew would make him feel safe. But his own mother had denied him that sense of security. She’d forced him to endure her sordid lifestyle and keep her secrets because he’d been terrified of losing Clay and Mason, of never seeing them again.
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